For my heart your hatred thrives, I wish you could save me form these piercing knives... But that is just a fantasy, for you hate my life, oh how i wish you loved me please save me from this strife... Your love is like a rainbow, that comes and goes like rain... Oh how I look for colors, that symbolize my pain... What have I done to you, to make you hate me so? To death I will wake, on the floor I now lay low... This pure red blade that I have stained, has dropped and made you cry... I thought you hated me but that was all a lie... Now I lie here dying, laying by your side.... I wish you were not crying, and I wish I had not died...
SaD_eMo_ChIcK · Sat Apr 22, 2006 @ 04:48pm · 0 Comments |